Mall

Malcolm, will you eat now?

I made fish sticks

with mashed potatoes.

Did you hear me?

Says Can not find what you want,

I decide for you.

The older you get,

the more you look like your father.

What did you paint? What is that?

Did you just say,

what I think you did?

Oh, Mal! Who should

clear this up?

How you doing here?

- Fine.

- Remove the cap.

- What's your name?

- Harry Haller.

This is private property.

Do not have an errand, go.

Pull yourself together.

You will not be arrested.

You know that.

You, I can drive you.

- I'll move me.

- Thank you.

I just think it's sad.

Which?

That you brainwashed into brutal Isere

you by brutal leverage other.

And the people that I

can not sit where they want.

Come on.

- Big Brother is watching you too.

- I have no idea what it means.

Why would you do that?

Pull your pants up.

- Hi, Jeff.

- What happens Adelle?

Where are the others?

- What would cop?

- I do not know. He was bored.

- He said "pull your pants up"?

- Of course.

Original.

Probably the smartest, he said.

It is, as Orwell said. We live

in a big machine. All the figures.

It does not require torture to put me

place. I have no choice.

And that is what they want.

That one adds up.

Think of rats and fearlessness.

Do you know what I'm saying?

Forget it. See.

They built the center so it looks like

a place where people are stimulated.

But it's not real. Nobody goes

on their soulless paths.

No one takes care of their

dystopian landscape architecture.

It's like a cardboard figure

of a shopping center.

Our world is

generated by computers and companies.

The imitate

real human experiences.

Artificial scented candles.

Artificial sex appeal.

Cultural simulation.

Nostalgia.

Fictitious memories.

Fabricated happiness.

Cake, straight from the oven.

Like those mother never cooked.

They smell good.

"... Is a bad joke,

a brutal miscarriage of urmoderen."

"For steppe wolf, we are not part

rational beings, but gods dren

Towards the complete

and immortality. "

- Do you have a bookmark in it?

- Yes. So I do not get lost.

That's sweet.

Steppeulven? Acting on

on a wolf, as "Wolf Dog"?

No, not really.

- Smoking is forbidden here, sir.

- Fill them with octane 95

- It is not appropriate for lawnmowers.

- I'm not mow.

He's cute. He has beautiful eyes.

But his voice is very light.

He sounds like a girl.

Wait, Cherise.

There was a madman. moment.

- 48.50 with petrol.

- And a pack of Marlboro Reds.

Will you give me the matches?

You giving me a bag?

You should lose weight.

You are a little overweight.

You stink. And have bad breath.

- You think so?

- Yes.

If you think the spirit is poor, taste

my cock, when it's in your ass.

My sperm is probably much healthier

for you than the bad, you've eaten.

Would you like it?

Suck on my dick covered with sh*t?

Yes.

So if someone gives you a piece of advice

be polite and follow it, and say thank you.

Thank you.

Just press the red button.

But be prepared for the consequences.

For now I will simply speak. Believe me,

I can do much more than that.

One day the kid suddenly realize

that he does not hate his kone..

..but his mother. But since he married

with her mother, it is too late.

Where do you get that stuff?

- I collect observations.

- Write them down. Write a book.

I will do.

Let me hear more observations.

Okay. Do you see that guy?

He thinks hostesses like him.

They just give good service.

Had a brief affair with the secretary,

and it was too weird.

He loves his wife, but has not

had sex with her for six years.

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